Jul 29
Azerik had been practicing with his shortsword against a random tree in the forest. Discord was curled up nearby in a sun spot. Suddenly the dragon perked up before taking off into the forest. "Wha-! Discord!" Azerik sheaths his sword and runs after him. They make a lot of noise as they crash through the underbrush towards whatever Discord had heard or smelled.
@flykra-rp-blog
"crap" it's a quiet swear from the bushes.
Followed by macklins baby dragon, pumpkin spice latte rolling out and yipping at discord and Azerik